The Twanging Guardian

You said don’t eat the seatbelts! Fine! Stiff straps taste like stale dust anyway! But as I stomped down the hallway, a shiny metallic foe dared to jut straight out of the wall at my eye level. A coiled chrome stalk capped with rubber, daring to block my path! I let out a mighty roar, lunged forward, and clamped my jaws directly onto the rubber tip. BOING! The fiend whipped back and forth at blinding speed, vibrating fiercely against my teeth with a glorious clatter! My skull buzzed, but I held my ground. That noisy coil knows who rules this floor now!